'If you scream, no one will hear you.

Do you think I would have brought you to a place where you could get help merely by crying out for it?
The risk was too great.

I have made sure of being alone with you as long as I choose.' The nun drew herself up against the red curtains.
'I did not know that you were a coward,' she said.
'I am what you have made me, brave, cowardly, desperate--anything you choose to call it! But such as I am, you must hear me to the end this time, for you have no choice.' Sister Giovanna understood that there was no escape and she stood quite still; but he saw that her lips moved a little.
'God is not here,' he said, in a hard voice, for he knew that she was praying.
'God is here,' she answered, crossing her hands on her breast.
He came a step nearer and leaned on the back of a chair; he was evidently controlling himself, for his movements were studiedly deliberate, though his voice was beginning to shake ominously.
'If God is with you, Angela, then He shall hear that I love you and that you are mine, not His! He shall listen while I tell you that I will not give you up to be murdered by priests for His glory! Do what He will, He shall not have you.

I defy Him!' The nun shrank against the curtain, not from the man, but at the words.
'At least, do not blaspheme!' 'I must, if it is blasphemy to love you.' 'Yours is not love.

Would to heaven it were, as I thought it was to-day.
Love is gentle, generous, tender----' 'Then be all three to me; for you love me, in spite of everything!' 'You have taught me to forget that I ever did,' she answered.
'Learn to remember that you did, to realise that you do, and forget only that I have used a trick to bring you here--a harmless trick, one carriage for another, my brother's orderly for a servant.